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Mina stood looking through a thick glass screen that was curved to the shape of the place she was looking into and where Emelia was.

"I know, she makes for a spectacular and stunning sight doesn't she? A perfect example of human femininity experiencing dire distress and pain. Sights like this spur me on my dear. I'm sure they do the same for you?"

Mina was listening to him but she couldn't keep her eyes off Emelia. And from this observation point, a room in itself, the sounds coming from the sealed, round 'shed' that Emelia was in, were being piped in via invisible speakers. The place was designed to shock. It was designed to reach the darker parts of any of the minds of people who had been invited here by this mysterious man.

"I'm speechless, truly. She sounds in pain, is she?"

Emelia was making these wet, extended, animalistic noises of distress as she was forced on impossible, ballet like heels to put one foot in front of the other to walk in time with the 'rotator' she was attached to. There was a solid bar from a centre revolving piece of machinery, and that was attached to a strict, almost organic collar secured around Emelia's neck, that extended her.

This kept her at the correct circumference for walking, pacing around in that continuous circle. And that was the thing, it was a continuous circle, something that was perpetual motion. And her head, was harnessed, her nose somehow pierced, and there was a 'bit' between her teeth.

"She's in a lot of pain. Some of that is because she's gone past her term. I like to extend the term to make it more terrible for them. But yes some of the pain is induced as well. Thoe heels don't help. And the latex is a constant source of trauma. In her time with us, the phobia of latex has been installed. I do that so that she has a continuous source of trauma, even when she is 'resting'."

This man should have been a bona fide, certified nut job. The way he talked, the words he used. And yet, no, he was 'normal' except for his somewhat quirky appearance. He was educated and he was somehow 'pleasant'. And this had to make him one of the most frightening sadists that Mina had ever come across. But that was the draw for her. That was what fascinated her about him. There were times, like split seconds when she wished she could see inside his mind. And then others where she thought 'maybe not'.

For Emelia, she was carrying four babies, all past their term. She had that added weight, and she had the fact that her arms were behind her cinched at the elbows, and then cuffed at the wrists, so she had the added pressure of balancing on heels that were so high, so thin that she was on the tip of her toes - that pressure then being transferred up through her toes, to her legs, her upper legs and then her spine.

She was in a latex catsuit that hugged and squeezed her and her pregnancy, her belly button pronounced and protruding, almost poking through the latex into the open air but not quite. Her breasts, normally large were larger and heavier still, filled with milk ready to feed her offspring. The teat like nipples pulled through little holes that constricted the base of the elongated nipples, this helping to arouse her and keep her aroused. Likewise her clitoral bundle pulled through a tight slit and left to hang, grape like, quivering and dripping for all it was worth.

"I don't think even 'I' can imagine what she's going through."

It was like Emelia was talking aloud to herself. But of course she was talking to the man.

"No I understand. I get a lot of that. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she is in a terrible place right now. She has to keep walking. She has appendages inside her already ruined anal tract and deep inside her vagina, so if she slows, or stops then she gets a quite severe electric shock to her cervix and to her colon. She really is in a lose lose situation and it's important for her to know that."

The man let his words tail off and for a little while there was silence.